...it Was Nice To Spend Time With

I Realized During My Time As A Chaplain That I Didn't Want To Be A Minister.

Because You're My Friend, Wingnut.

"nothing," I Said. "i’m Just…" I Couldn’t Finish The Sentence, Didn’t Know How To. "i’m Just Very, Very Fond Of You."

If I Could Do It All Over Again," He Said, His Speech Slow And Vaguely Mangled By His Massive Lower Lip, "i'd Just Let Myself Be Trampled To Death By The Satan Pig.

I Don't Even Know How Ugly And Pretty Get Decided.